"What He ordains for us each moment is what is most holy, best, and most divine for us." Jean-Pierre de Caussade

Sunday, September 19, 2010


As I mentioned in my last entry, I've been in somewhat of a writer's slump -- but not because of lack of things to write. In fact, I could have filled page upon page of the workings of both my inward and outward life happenings. But there is one particular occurrence that bears its worth on paper.

So, .... tap tap tap ... "Begin."

About 6 weeks ago, my son and his wife called to say they were coming for a short overnight visit. Kristin had just returned from her mission trip to Scotland -- the land of my husband's forefathers -- and she had brought home some special gifts to us. Our favors included wonderful Scottish candy, shortbread cookies, a book on the origins of the MacLennan clan and their place in Scotland's history, and a wonderful tartan plaid throw from the Lamont side. Yes, like I said, my husband is Scottish through and through.

Kristin then opened her laptop and began showing us pictures of her recent trip. She moved through them so swiftly, I thought, "She must have hundreds of them to be going so fast." I particularly remember the number of churches and steeples she was showing us. And then about the 20th picture in, this frame popped up.
In case you can't make this out, it's a picture of a sonogram which reads, "Your first grandbaby."

You could have knocked me over with a feather. I don't think I've ever been more shocked in my life. On more than one occasion when our married children have called us to meet them or just shown up with their spouses, I've thought, "I wonder if they've got some 'news' for us." But this time it had not even crossed my mind. Not once. And so here I stood looking at a picture of my first grandbaby; and let me just go on record as saying, I was smitten. Enamored. Besotted. Captivated. Crazy about. Completely undone by that raspberry size fetus growing within the confines of its mother's womb. That little thing that already had lips and a nose and eyelids. Legs and arms. A heart beat that was pumping fast and a brain that was developing at rapid speed. Yes, this was nothing short of our baby, a seed from God planted in the earth. And you can bet that before they left the next evening, I had placed my hands on that only slightly protruding belly and blessed that precious little thing growing inside of its mother.

Smitten. I'd never used that word before and suddenly it became everything to me. When I would tell someone, "I'm going to be a grandmother!" it was only natural for me to add, "And I'm already so smitten." And I am. Absolutely captivated by this new love in my life. One that I can hardly wait to meet face to face and cradle in my arms.

Up until now, the word "smite" has held negative connotations. We think of God smiting the enemy. Or as Webster's dictionary uses it: "His sword has smitten thousands." And I was actually beginning to wonder if I were using the word correctly. And then I read a passage from Leonard Sweet and Frank Viola's book entitled Jesus Manifesto that caused me to think differently. It read, "The need today is for the scales to fall from our eyes so that we may see the infinite greatness of our Lord ... This, of course, necessitates that those who have been smitten by Christ themselves impart that same sterling vision of Him to others."

Six weeks after learning the news, I'm still telling people, "I'm going to be a grandmother!" That news is not fading; it's not becoming old to me. My enthusiasm is only growing with the baby's development. And I have a feeling when the next one becomes pregnant, the news will be just as fresh and just as exciting -- and probably even more so as then I will know the full extent of the joy.

But here lies the conviction: "those who have been smitten by Christ..." Sweet and Viola go on to say, "Once our eyes are opened to see the incredible richness and captivating beauty of Jesus, either our other pursuits will take a backseat, or we will discover them anew and afresh 'in the light of His glory and grace.' Like Paul, we will be 'apprehended; -- ambushed and arrested by Christ."

Yes, I have been "ambushed" and "arrested" lately by our Little Hoot. But nothing should or can compare to the "spellbinding apprehension" that is ours when the Divine places His Seed in us and the mystery of the Gospel is revealed in us. Even becoming a grandmother should pale.

Just an ordinary moment...
"Little Hoot" at 12 weeks.

Two babies on the way. Robert and Chad are first cousins, the best of buds, and only 12 hours apart themselves. Kristin is due in March and Jadie in January.

Me and my girls -- a little weathered by the rain, but still smiling and celebrating new life. Yes, how appropriate: pink symbolizes a heart of flesh and childlike faith. O Lord, may it be...


Writeaway said...

Loved reading your blog. Saw it on Kristin's facebook page. We go to church together. I am a grandmother too and completely SMITTEN by my two baby grandsons. It's a new experience every day. Blessings.

Martie said...

I am so thrilled for you Nancy! I am sitting at my daughters house and am waiting for my newest grand baby to awaken so I can hold her. She is already a week old!! Oh the thrill of holding her and praying for her. I am over whelmed by God's favor. You are right about being smitten. Macie is my 7th biological grandchild and my 13th grand when you count the 6 adopted kiddos that have entered my life! Each and everyone had me as giddy as a school girl. Grandchildren are nothing short of a promise of God's blessing. I held Macie yesterday while sitting on the porch swing and tears of joy and gratitude rolled down my cheeks. I am told Macie means to over throw or rebellion which isn't very thrilling but her middle name is Elizabeth which means oath of God. I believe Macie will be a rebel for the Lord and will bring light into a generation that is in darkness... GRAND BABIES ARE WONDERFUL!!

Sylvia said...

So very, very happy for you all!

Kristi said...

There is nothing like it in the whole world such a Joyous love!!! Neena of three of God's miracles!!!

Sheila said...

Congratulations! Yet another thing you & I have in common....anxiously awaiting our new grandbabies! :)

Elizabeth Zink Adams said...

Congratulations, Nancy. And of course when you are "smitten" you can not help yourself, you must tell people. Whether you are smitten by a new grandbaby, or our Lord Jesus. We MUST share the good news.

Dee said...

Congratulation, Nancy. Wonderful news. Have you ever heard of Dee Brestin? She has just had four granddaughters born within weeks of each other. Priceless. You will love being a grandmother. I do.

Rosanne said...

The last time I tried to read your blog, the computer wouldn't take me there, so I just discovered your good news! Being a grandmother is great! Smitten is a good word. The verb I use lately regarding my girls is delight. When they were babies & toddlers, I delighted in them and I do now, too. I smile to think that God delights in me.